SUICIDE
A fetal form as yet unborn
vague and dark and gray
When I close my eyes and think of her
the phantom figures form
As if in my body she lodged
and waited for a brighter day.
She’s gone but lingers like a song
a ghostly spirit……… fey
Asleep, ethereal dreamless sleep
she waits a birthing time or place
A fetal form, as yet unborn
vague and dark and gray
As if in my body she lodged
and waited for a brighter day
Banishing fear and living aware
of love and joy and life
To be reborn without the scorn
she suffered along the way
They cannot die who were never alive
limping ,balking through their way
Aping desires and thoughts of the masses
seeing the world with an alien eye
A fetal form , as yet unborn
vague and dark and gray
As if in my body she lodged
and waited for a brighter day
Remembering when they they found her there
just ash and bone and teeth
A gasoline can and papers near
She killed herself, they say
Stillborn spirit, unborn soul
Her life story left untold
A fetal form as yet unborn
vague and dark and gray
As if in my body she lodged
and waited for a brighter day.
–Barbara Hilal